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Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall!
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I was a stricken deer that left the herd Long since.
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Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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Which not even critics criticise.
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What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
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While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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It seems the part of wisdom.
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The Frenchman's darling.
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Silently as a dream the fabric rose — No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
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But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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The beggarly last doit.
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As dreadful as the Manichean god, Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
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Give what Thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.
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Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwink'd.
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Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
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Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours!
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Survivor sole, and hardly such, of allthat once lived here
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Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,-- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.
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A kick that scarce would move a horse May kill a sound divine.
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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
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'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours.
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I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau If birds confabulate or no.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
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A worm is in the bud of youth, And at the root of age.
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